Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 730: Are you sure you want to drag them into this?

"I didn't do it! I'm being framed! It was Atlas!" Sven yelled, his voice echoing in the

interrogation room. He slammed his hands against the metal table, making his cuffs and chains rattle. But he didn't stop, continuing to rage and deny the accusations against him.

"I said it's not me!" Sven roared, grinding his teeth in frustration. "Can anyone hear me?! I said I'm being framed! Where's my lawyer?! I know someone is in that mirror!"

Sven glared at the mirror, knowing someone was watching him. "Do you think this is funny?! I said I didn't do anything! I'm innocent-this is a setup! I said this is a setup_"

"Now, now, please calm down, Mr. Sven Bennet."

Sven stopped when a detective walked into the interrogation room, carrying a small laptop. He snapped his eyes to the man, desperation flickering across his face.

"Detective, I didn't do it, okay? I was set up!" Sven leaned closer to the table, panic tightening his voice.

"Well, if you want to give me your statement, can I set up my laptop first?" the detective asked.

"I'm telling you!" Ignoring the detective's calmness and laziness, Sven pounded his fists on the table. "I'm telling you, I'm being set up! I didn't do it!"

"Okay..." The detective nonchalantly set up his laptop, his fingers moving deliberately slowly. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"I was a patient, okay?!" Sven patted his chest in a panic. "If you don't believe me, then check my records! I tried to kill myself because of the stress and humiliation Atlas put me through. He's been jealous of me, so he's trying to bring me down by doing this!"

The detective nodded, typing at a leisurely pace, as if he was less than thrilled by the task. "And then? If you tried to kill yourself, why did you change into a nurse's outfit to get into Mr. Allen's room? How did that happen?"

"Atlas did it!"

Did he ask you to do it?" The detective tilted his head to the side. "From the evidence we

Sven's mind went blank, and the detective blinked

and sighed, glancing at the mirror before focusing

holes, and instead of clearing anything up, it just makes you seem more guilty. Why don't you just admit that you plotted everything? That Mr. Allen caught you stealing data from the company, and to stop him from telling someone, you tried to

hospital where you could

not..." He

"A phone?"

need my lawyer

slightly. "Okay," he said. "Your lawyer is already

saying another word!" Sven snapped, clamping his mouth

sure you don't

few more times to get him to talk, but

detective sighed, leaning

Knock, knock.

lawyer is here," an officer said, peeking into the

let me tell you something. If you have anything say, you should

detective as he left. At the same time, a

him.

me out of here." Sven's first words were laced with desperation. "I'm

leaned forward aggressively. "Attorney, the evidence is there, okay? It's on my phone. Can we use

what are

calming himself. This man was his only hope of getting out. Taking a deep breath, he continued,

studied Sven's expression before